The light from the flames flickered across Grace Winslow's face, two small fires burning in her eyes.
Once everything had burned to ashes, Grace Winslow finally let out a sigh of relief.
The divorce had gone through without too much trouble, thanks in large part to Ivy White pushing things along.
If it hadn't been for her, things wouldn't have gone so smoothly at all.
Stretching lazily, Grace Winslow called over to Nolan Winslow and her brothers, "Dad, brothers, let's go get a nice meal. My treat."
"How could we let you treat us? It's my treat. Let's go! We'll have a feast at the state-run restaurant." Nolan Winslow grinned, slinging one arm around Brandon Winslow's shoulder and patting his own chest with the other.
Grace Winslow didn't argue.
When Caleb Forrest returned home, he was greeted by a scene that looked as if the place had been ransacked.
